A Walk into the Unknown Ch. 02

"Of course I do," I say as I lower myself onto the bed.

"So goodnight!" She squeals and turns around.

"What?" I say, kneeling on the bed with my hard cock searching for her.

"I told you, it needs to be something you don't like. So tonight you get nothing."

"Oh Rach, come on."

"Nope. Besides, at the moment I'm the only one in this relationship with a job and I have to work in the morning. You have all day to take care of yourself."

I can tell from the tone of her voice she's teasing me.

"Are you seriously going to leave me like this?"

She turns her head around to see me and I can see she has a big smile.

"That's right I am. And no spooning it into my butt while I'm sleeping. I know how you are!"

And then she blows out the candle next to her side of the bed.

You've got to be kidding me!

For a moment I'm going to protest further but I guess considering how mad she was earlier, I should feel lucky this is how the day is ending. I resign myself to my fate and get into the bed next to her.

"Goodnight," she says.

"Goodnight," I say, the frustration in my voice thick. I turn on my side and blow my candle out, trying to think of baseball and old people, or whatever the cliches are that people tell you to think of that remedies unattended boners.

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Just like yesterday, the morning comes sooner than expected. I'm awakened by the sound of a rooster.

A rooster!

This is the craziest situation ever, although I am feeling a little better than yesterday. I just got so mad and I don't understand why. I mean I do, but I don't. I just can't actually believe we found her. Rog starts moving around next to me. Unlike him, I actually have somewhere to be today. I wonder if he's actually going to find a job or if it's just going to be me. To be honest, I don't mind it either way. I'm just happy to have a reason to leave the farm and not have to see a bunch of strangers naked all day. Thank God for Hideaway Books!

As I sit up on the edge of the bed, I feel Rog behind me as he grabs my shoulders and gives me a kiss on the neck.

"Good morning," he whispers in my ear. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," I say. "It's a rough bed."

"I don't think it was the bed."

I turn around to face him. "What do you mean?"

"I was up all night too for a different reason."

Oh God! He's being such a baby.

I'll admit what I did last night was a bit harsh, but I can't believe he's still bringing it up.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. I was just tease-"

"No," he says, cutting me off. "I'm talking about Mom."

"Oh," is all I say.

"My mind was racing all night, so I couldn't fall asleep."

I get up to put some clothes on because I'm certainly not going to let these people see me exposed. Rog watches me as I put my pants on. He doesn't move from the bed.

"You're not going to breakfast naked I hope," I say to him.

He shakes his head. "Just enjoying the view."

I roll my eyes.

He stands up and walks over to me and I notice for the first time that his cock is fully erect. His morning wood rubbing up against my jeans as he embraces me. We kiss and I can feel it pulsing against me.

"I'm going to miss you all day," he says.

"Yeah, I can tell."

He laughs. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" He says with a pouty face.

What a baby! Now I'm glad I did leave him like that last night.

I guess I'm still in a bit of a mood today.

I reach down and grab his cock and I can feel his whole body stiffen.

"Maybe you did suffer enough," I say with a smirk.

"I did," he continues with the pouty face. "I learned my lesson real good."

"Oh stop!" I laugh at him and slap him in the chest. "Don't get all pouty. It's not becoming on you."

Now he's the one to roll his eyes at me. I get on my knees in front of him, running my bare breasts along his body as I do. I have to say it did take a bit of restraint on my end last night. Seeing his cock in front of me right now reminds me of what I wanted. I give him a light kiss on his head and a low moan escapes his lips.

"You know," I say. "If your erection lasts for more than six hours you should consult your doctor."

"That's what I'm doing right now."

"Oh, so I have two jobs now?"

"No," he says with a smirk. "Right now you only have one."

He's so corny! I love it.

I open up and take him inside my mouth and his hand instinctively grabs a handful of my hair. I always forget how big he really is until that first moment when his cock hits the back of my throat. I back him out and start to lick up and down his shaft, ending at his balls. Strings of saliva coat his sack as I move back up.

"Oh Rach," he moans.

I take him inside me again and this time I swallow him until I feel his skin on my nose. I want to make this quick as I have to get work today.

I know, not the sexiest of thoughts, but a girl has a schedule, you know?

I feel his hand on the back of my head as he holds me in place. I gag a little bit and he lets go. A thick film of saliva dangles between us as I gasp for air.

"Holy shit, Rach."

"I want your cum, Rog," I pant.

I swallow him again and this time I start to bob my head back and forth, as fast as I can. My pace even surprises me but I don't take time to think about it. His hand grabs my hair again and he starts to guide me back and forth on his cock, though I don't need the help. I can feel a vein in his shaft pulse and I know his seed is building. I never thought I would enjoy going down on a guy but there's something about Rog that drives me crazy when I do. The faster I go, the more my desire to taste his warm passion builds in me. I want his cum so bad now that I don't even notice the saliva falling out of me and coating my breasts. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me all the way down on his cock and I know it's time. I grab both sides of his hips as I prepare for my throat to be coated. He lets out an animalistic grown and I'm suddenly filled with the warm taste of manly desire. I cough and some of it falls out of me and onto my chest, joining the liquid already coating it. He unloads into me for what feels like an eternity. I guess my punishment last night built up a lot of tension inside him as he cums much more than he normally does. I finally push off of his cock as I need air and gasp for it when my mouth is clear of his cock. He's still going even after he's out of me, his cum landing on my face as I pant.

"Oh my God!" I say as another string hits my face.

I laugh but his head is tilted back and his eyes are closed tight. Finally the last string shoots out of his cock and he looks down at me. It feels warm, as if he's marked me as his. I look up at him just as a thick drop falls from my chin onto my breast.

"I'm sorry," he says with a smirk. "I made a mess."

"You sure did!" I tease.

I start to scoop some of it into my mouth so that it doesn't all have to be soaked up by a shirt of something. He tastes delicious this morning. He goes over to his bag and takes out a white t shirt and hands it to me. I clean my face and my breasts and turn around.

"Is there any in my hair?" I ask him.

He examines me and takes the shirt, wiping some stray strings.

"Wow," I say when I turn back around.

"Yeah," he says. "You still have room for breakfast?"

I slap him on the arm. "Probably not now!"

We both laugh and he kisses me now that my face is cleaned up.

"I love you," he says.

"Yeah! I can tell!" We both laugh again. "I love you too, Rog."

He starts to put clothes on and I find a shirt. When we get to the cafeteria, we find not everyone on the farm are early risers. Not many people are there, but there is food laid out. It's mainly a tray of fruit, some cups of yogurt, cereal, and bread. Very sparse.

"Hi Mom," Rog says next to me.

I turn around and see our mom walk up to us. She's wearing her usual, nothing at all.

"How'd you guys sleep?" She asks.

"Good," Rog says.

"Some better than others," I say with a smirk to Rog and he returns it.

Mom looks at us weirdly. "Well, eat up! Rachel, you and I will head out when you're done."

"Like that?" I quickly ask, referring to her naked body.

"No. I told you yesterday, we don't go into town naked. I'm going to put some clothes on right before we leave. Rog, you're going to be with Kat today. She's in charge of the pantry and you're her new 'assistant'". She puts air quotes around that last part and smirks.

"What?" I ask. "What does it mean to be an 'assistant'?" I mimic her air quotes.

"We don't have titles here. We don't believe in them. So don't think of her as your 'boss'." Air quotes again.

Who'd've thought my mom was an air quote person?

"It's more like you're working together. But of course today will be more instructional as she shows you your new job."

I turn to Rog. "So you're going to be working here now?"

"Uh," he stammers. "I guess?"

"What's wrong with that?" Mom asks.

"I'm assuming it doesn't pay money," I point out matter-of-factly.

"Well, you don't need any money," she says plainly like I'm an idiot.

"Everyone needs money," I remind her. "Rog and I have had to balance a checkbook since we were ten. Everyone needs money." I turn and walk towards the fruit to start dishing myself up. I hope I learn how to drive soon because now I'm really dreading being in the car with my mom.

I make myself a very light plate and take a seat at one of the many empty tables. Mom and Rog dish themselves up and join me shortly after. No one says anything for a few minutes. I watch as people start to file in. It really is quite amazing how many different body types live here. Some of them are very attractive, male and female, and some of them have a few extra pounds, male and female. This is a farm, so everyone looks fairly fit, but you would think some of them would be a little more self-conscious. Not that they're unattractive but I just think anyone who is comfortable displaying their naked body in public would have to be really confident and really attractive. Not only does no one look self-conscious but I can tell no one else is looking at them like I am.

I guess that's the point of this lifestyle. Although, what does that say about me?

I feel guilty for a moment. Here I am eating their food and they've been nothing but kind to me and I'm sitting here judging them.

"Rachel?"

I snap back to reality and see my mom looking at me with a smile.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"It's not polite to stare."

"Oh! Right." I look down at the table like a scolded puppy and I hate myself for it. I shouldn't let her reprimand me like she's my parent.

"Sorry," I say instinctively.

"It's okay," she says patting my hand.

"So maybe tomorrow, Rog can come with us into town so he can look for a job," I say.

Rog looks at me like a deer in headlights. I give him a look and he gets the hint.

"Sure," he says. "Sounds like a plan."

Mom smiles at the two of us. "Okay."

We finish the rest of our breakfast with very little talking. When we're done, Mom instructs Rog to stay in the cafeteria and Kat will find him. She excuses herself so she can go get dressed and get the car.

"You don't need to be so rough on her," Rog says.

"And you need to be more skeptical of everything," I say.

"Why? What do you think is wrong?"

I lower my voice and lean into him. "You don't find this a little...cultish?"

"No. I don't. It's definitely quirky, but I wouldn't call it a cult."

"How?"

"I don't think they're going to ask us to drink Kool-Aid or anything. I mean yeah, it's a little weird seeing everyone naked, but I don't think there's some evil motive or anything."

Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm overreacting. To be honest, I don't know why all the nudity is freaking me out. I always thought of myself as an open minded person. It's got to just be the whole thing with Mom.

"Look," I say. "I just don't want to give the impression right now that we're settling in and staying. Why don't we give it some time and see how we feel. Why are we rushing in?"

"We rushed into this," he says pointing to the two of us. "That was a drastic step. And then we rushed into packing up and leaving our lives behind. Remember, all of that happened in like a day! Do you regret rushing into that?"

"That's completely different."

"How?"

I don't know is what I'm thinking. "Because we know each other. We love each other. We don't know these people."

Rog thinks about that for a moment and then nods his head.

"You're right," he says. "Look, all I want out of this is to learn about Mom, that's all. To me, this is just about Mom. Is that okay?"

I nod. "Yeah, of course. That makes sense."

"Okay good," he says and grabs my hand. He rubs the top of it, caressing it softly. "Just...keep an open mind."

I nod. I know he's right. Nothing bad has happened. There's no reason for me to be suspicious. Mom comes back through the door wearing a floral patterned dress very similar to the one I found in the attic way back when.

That seems like a lifetime ago!

I stand up from the table. "Okay, I'll see you later."

"See you," Rog says.

I lean across the table and give him a loving kiss on the lips, holding it there long enough so that no one in the room who is interested will miss it. When I'm done, Rog gives me a look saying he knows exactly what I'm doing. When I turn around to leave, I look at Mom to see what her reaction is. She stares right back at me with a smile, but I swear I can see something behind it.

There you go being suspicious for no reason again.

"Ready to go?!" She chirps when I reach her.

"Let's go."

She walks me over to the dirt road we came in on. There's an old Toyota Camry waiting for us. I hop into the passenger seat and Mom walks around to the driver's side. She starts the car, which sounds like a lawnmower trying to start.

"Does it have a pull-cord too?" I snark.

"No. The floor is going to slide away and we're going to push it along with our feet like on The Flinstones."

I guess I deserve that.

"Sorry," I say.

She laughs. "For what? That was funny." She pats my hand.

We make our way out of the farm and onto the highway. Luckily there hasn't been much talking yet.

"Rachel, can I-"

"Rach."

"What?" She asks.

"You can call me Rach. That's what people call me. And it's not Roger, it's Rog."

She nods. "Okay. Rach. And Rog. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I say as I look the other way out the window. I can see the Los Angeles sprawl just ahead of us.

"Can I ask you something?" She says.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Do you hate me?"

I turn and look at her. This is exactly the kind of conversation I was trying to avoid.

"No, I don't hate you." I can't tell if it's a lie since I don't really know if I do or not.

"No really. Tell me the truth. It's understandable if you do. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I'm just trying to see where my starting point is."

I exhale and look out the windshield. "No. I don't hate you. I just need some time."

"Okay," she says.

We turn off the highway and onto a residential street.

"Does he treat you well?" She asks.

I look at her. "Who? Rog?"

She nods.

"Yeah. Of course. He's my brother."

"Well he's more than your brother, isn't he?"

I shake my head. "Don't even think about giving me a lecture about this."

"No, it's not that. I'm not going to lecture you. You're an adult now and even if you weren't, I know I gave up my right to do that." She stops for a moment and I look over at her. I can see her eyes get a little glossy. "He is your father's son, and I know your father. If he's more than just a brother, I want to make sure he's not his father."

"No. Rog is nothing like Dad." The words come out with much more force than I expected.

"Good. You don't deserve to have to go through that."

"So what did Dad do? Hit you?"

"You say it so casually," she says, almost under her breath.

I don't say anything.

"Is that what he did to you?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "No, he never hit me."

"Good. And yes, he hit me, among other things."

"He drinks a lot," I say, looking back out the window again. "Turn at the next light."

"No, your dad doesn't drink a lot. He's an alcoholic."

I nod. I can't disagree with her there.

"Do you two drink?" She asks me.

"I might have a drink here and there. Not too much. Rog won't touch the stuff. He hates it. The only drinks he's ever had were the ones Dad forced him to drink."

"Your father forced him to drink?!" She sounds horror stricken.

"Like a sip here and there. Not a lot." Her reaction makes me laugh. "Please! If you think that's the worst he did..."

"I suppose you're right."

"It's up here. With the wooden-looking sign."

Mom stops the car in front of the store.

"Well, I'm glad you got away," she says.

"Yeah. Me too."

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. I wonder if it feels weird for her to have clothes on.

"Can we make a promise to each other?"

"What is it?"

"If you promise to keep an open mind with me, I promise to never let you down or do wrong by you ever again."

I think about that for a moment, listening to the loud hum of the engine.

"That's a very large promise."

"I'm a very large...person?" She laughs. "I don't know where I was going with that."

She finally breaks me down and I laugh at her ridiculousness. I realize what caused all the anger yesterday. What I want is to like her. What I keep telling myself is not to trust her. The two conflicting feelings are creating a storm of emotion inside me that I need to let go of. I guess I can keep an open mind with her, as she put it. What's the worst that can happen? She lets me down again? She did it to me as a child and I got through it. I'm sure I can handle it again as an adult.

"It's a deal," I say.

Her eyes gloss over again and I actually see a small tear escape.

"Thank you," she says all too serious. "Thank you."

She leaps on me across the seats and wraps me in her arms. You can always tell how serious someone is by the strength of their hug.

"I promise not to let you down," she says.

I nod. I don't know what else to say.

"I have to get to work now," I come up with.

Mom leans back in her chair and starts nodding way too much. "Sure, of course. Right! Off to work."

She actually looks adorable in this moment.

"Thanks Mom."

Her eyes dart up to me at the word "mom". Wide and teary.

"Okay!" I say. "I have to go." I don't want this to turn into a Maury Povich episode.

"Okay. Have a good day!" She calls out to me as I close the car door behind me.

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I'm all alone in the cafeteria and am about to leave when Kat finally comes in.

"Hi!" She calls out, all chipper. "Roger, right?"

"Rog," I correct her.

She nods. "So you're with me today."

It's more a statement than a question, so I just nod. I can't help but glance at her naked breasts. I can almost hear my mom's voice in my head. It's not polite to stare. I glance up and see her looking at me.

"I'm sorry!" I say, embarrassed.

"It's okay," she says. "Everyone does it at first. It's hard not to. What's really going to mess you up is you're going to do the same thing with the men, if that's the sort of thing that messes you up."

"It's rude, I know. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Listen, don't go around apologizing every time you look at someone. The apology actually makes it more awkward than the looking. As long as you're not judging someone, you're fine. Don't make a habit out of it, but an occasional glance and then darting your eyes away, it's fine. It's not like I don't look at people here every now and then."